Solitaire was fast, but the roe was faster. He jerked his hands back only to find his fingers caught tight. He looked down in muted surprise, indecision keeping him silent for two long seconds before he looked up with a cheery grin and murder in his eyes. "If ye wanted t'hold me hands, scrag, all ye had t'do was ask. Three-fifty, then. Ye wantin' kisses, too?"
He couldn't help the cold sweat that prickled all over his body, nor the sudden and rapid beating of his heart. But he would not go down a mewling, pathetic coward.
He couldn't help the cold sweat that prickled all over his body, nor the sudden and rapid beating of his heart. But he would not go down a mewling, pathetic coward.
